Didyme: What Really Happened
by TeamUnderdog
Summary: Didyme's last day from Marcus's, Didyme's, and Aro's POV. Please read and review! Better than it sounds!
1. Marcus

**Hey! I finally have another story for you! Thank you for reading! I was bored, so I was thinking about Didyme's story. I decided to do a story on the last day of her life. I'll be posting the same story from Aro and Didyme's point of view in two moore chapters. Listen to Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance as you read this. That song was my inspiration.**

"Marcus, I'm weary of living this way. I want to leave. If Aro has any respect for his sister, and brother-in-law, he should let us go," my darling wife, Didyme, said again.

"You wish to leave the Volturi, dearest? Respect has no meaning for Aro when it comes to this. You, as his sister, should know this," I replied. It didn't matter to me if we left this place. If Didyme wanted to go, I would follow. That wouldn't please Aro in the least, though.

Yes, Aro. Head of the Volturi and my brother-in-law. He was the oldest among us, so that somehow but him in charge. It was against my nature to seek out unneeded conflict, so I quickly took third in command, after the fiery and belligerent Caius. Aro was the wisest out of us, but that also came with age, though Caius never seemed to get past harsh, unreasonable decisions.

Aro and Didyme both had black hair. Aro's was cut to his shoulder, but Didyme's long, lustrous tresses flowed in thick waves to her perfect, slender hips. Didyme had big eyes that were round and soft with the longest lashes I'd ever seen. The light and dark contrast of her hair and skin was so enchanting, and the way she danced as she walked! I loved her deeply, I loved the aura of happiness that always followed her and transferred to anyone and everyone. My ability to sense relationships only made me fall harder once I sensed that the love was reciprocated. I was the only one she loved, and that almost made me childishly giddy. She often entranced me like this.

"Marcus?" She asked in a worried tone, pulling me out of my reverie.

"Yes, dear?" I responded.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" She asked, giggling as more happiness flooded me. She had such a beautiful smile.

"No," I admitted. I wouldn't dare lie to her.

"I said, Aro will understand that we simply have no interest anymore, and will let us leave. He may be power hungry, but he does love me and wants me to be happy. I am, after all, his sister," She repeated, putting a hand on my arm and smiling a reassurance.

"Alright, Didyme. Let us go speak with Aro," I replied, unable to resist smiling back.

We walked into the ornate room where Aro and Caius sat, shutting the heavy mahogany doors behind us. Didyme's black gown touched the marble floor as she walked, and you could barely tell that her feet were touching the floor. We stood hand in hand before Aro. I was first to speak.

"Aro, Didyme and I are discontent with this life, and wish you would let us go in peace to travel the world. We want to see more than just this building," I said, careful to use "we" and not "she."

"Alright. Marcus, Didyme, I send you from this place, wishing you two the life you dream of. I shall remember you both dearly and you are welcome to return. May God protect you from exposure, and bring you happiness that even Didyme cannot induce. Go, my sister, my brother. For I wish you the best," Aro gave us his blessing after a seconds hesitation. It surprised me that he would let go so easily.

"Thank you, brother, for your blessing. It will be cherished," Didyme replied solemnly, and I nodded.

"We will leave tomorrow, Aro," I said, taking my seat on Aro's left side as Didyme went to the room in which Sulpicia and Athenodora usually stayed.

I knew that Aro loved Sulpicia, but they weren't nearly as close as I was to Didyme. The same followed for Caius and Athenodora. I was glad that Aro could understand that we were not as happy as we could be here. I knew that Didyme loved color, and dressing in the Volturi's signature simple black gowns bored her to death. The only color she wore was hanging around her neck. The gold and ruby Volturi crest added a little bit of color to her dark gown, but it didn't come close to satisfying her. When we left, I would buy her any dress she wanted. I knew she fancied purples, blues, and reds. They complimented her hair and complexion. Her favorite color was, without a doubt, yellow. It fit her personality perfectly.

I rose, "Does anyone else need to feed?" I asked as I acknowledged the dry burning in my throat.

"No," Aro and Caius answered simultaneously.

"Alright, tell my dearest that I shall return shortly," I replied, and ran through the ornate halls and into the night.

I slowed once I reached Montecatini Val di Cecina. I walked through the dirt roads, looking for an isolated house with only one person. When I found one, I crept in through a window and into the bedroom. I smiled, crouching down. I crept silently toward the sleeping man, springing and sinking my teeth into his neck. Once, he was drained, I disposed of the body and ran back to Volterra before daybreak.

I saw thick, purple smoke rising right outside the building. Someone was dead. Maybe a rule breaker, maybe one of the guard. I quickly disregarded it and focused on getting back to Didyme. We would leave tonight at sundown. The sickeningly sweet scent of burning vampire was heavy in the breeze. I would have to ask Aro who it was, and why they made such a harsh decision as killing. Knowing Aro, it was probably a rule breaker. I flitted through the halls into the ornate room where Aro and Caius always sat. Aro greeted me with a smile, as usual. But there was something hidden in his expression…

"Hello, Marcus. How was the hunt?" He asked placidly, but somewhat distanced. I mentally noted that, but otherwise disregarded.

"Satisfying," I replied simply, taking my accustomed seat.

"Master?" Renata asked quietly, timidly almost, her long, light brown hair spilling out of her hood.

"Aro, I noticed a burning vampire. Who was that?" I asked, already sure of the answer.

"Marcus, I hope you're in a good state of mind," Aro started, letting the pain in his face show, "It was Didyme. She got into a scrap with Amelia. I came just as Didyme was destroyed, so I disposed of Amelia as well. I'm sorry I couldn't save my sister and your wife, Marcus," he finished.

I couldn't take it in, "Aro, this is not a joke to play on me. Who was the burning vampire?" I asked bitterly, in complete denial, indignant even.

"They were Didyme and Amelia. I kid you not, Marcus," Aro said, "Go to the other wives if you do not believe me."

I ran into the large, exquisite room where Sulpicia, Athenodora, and Didyme stayed. Sulpicia raised a dark eyebrow at me, while Athenodora stared at the floor. Didyme was not there. The overwhelming stabbing in the center of my chest made me stagger back as anger hit me. I ran into a spare room, seething. I hated Amelia for destroying my beloved! I hoped she was in hell! The marble wall shattered under my fist as I snarled. Didyme was really gone! It was my fault. I shouldn't have gone hunting! I could've stopped Amelia!

The pain and despair beyond words took over me. I sank back against the wall, dry sobs wracking my entire body. I wanted to die just then. I knew it was frowned upon for a man to sob like this, but how could I not when my whole soul had just gone up in flames. I sank my fingers into the granite floors, not feeling satisfied in the least when it turned to dust under my hand's crushing strength.

I hated myself. I was guilty. I allowed her to die. I didn't say goodbye. I regretted the few times we'd argued. I regretted not telling her that I loved her more often. I regretted everything I had done that didn't please her. I regretted not leaving right away.

After hours of this, I finally got up and walked slowly outside with a stone urn just as exquisitely beautiful. No, it wasn't. Nothing could be that beautiful. In gold paint, I wrote "Didyme, My Beloved" in the best calligraphy I could manage. I was surrounded by walls, so no human saw my skin shimmer in the light of the midday sun. I saw two piles of ashes. One had an ornate, shining gold chain partially exposed. I walked over to it, uncovering the chain gently, lifting it to see the Volturi crest pendant, rubies set in the "V" of it. It was Didyme's. I fought more sobs as I took the brush I had brought and swept my love's ashes into the urn. After that was done, I wrapped the necklace around the neck of the alabaster urn and walked back inside, completely numb.

My life would never be the same. I didn't know how to feel anything anymore. Apathy was better than pain. Well, not complete apathy, there was a dull throbbing in my chest, where my heart should be. To my now unenthusiastic surprise, I felt more loyal to Aro and Caius now. I was too miserable to wonder why. I was broken. I thought about all that she had never told me. I knew I would be a ghost of my former self, a shell.


	2. Didyme

**Hey. Here's Didyme's point of view on her last day on Earth. This is the shortest chapter because it ends with her death. It's so low of Aro, it disgusts me. If anyone knows how to pronounce "Didyme", please leave it in a review.... or you could review for the heck of it. I'll love you forever!!!**

I loved my brother, Aro, but I wasn't happy as a member of his "cult" of noble vampires. I didn't think we were above the others of our kind, but rules and structure were needed. I didn't like the lack of color. It was all black, such a depressing color. The only color any of us ever wore was in the ornate, gold and ruby crest around our necks.

"Marcus, I'm weary of living this way," I told my husband, "I want to leave. If Aro has any respect for his sister, and brother-in-law, he should let us go."

"You wish to leave the Volturi, dearest? Respect has no meaning for Aro when it comes to this. You, as his sister, should know this," he replied.

"I know Aro, dearest husband of mine. He will understand that we no longer have an interest in the Volturi, and will let us leave. My brother may love power, but he loves me and I know he would want my happiness. I am his sister, his family," I smiled, but Marcus was looking at me again, entranced by me. He did this often, so it did not concern me as it once did. I loved him. No matter how foolishly childlike he was with his love for me.

"Marcus?" I asked patiently, forcing worry into my voice to get his attention.

"Yes, dear?" He replied as I pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" I asked, giggling. I could tell my ability was making him happy.

"No," he admitted, almost impishly. He had never lied to me.

"I said, Aro will understand that we simply have no interest anymore, and will let us leave. He may be power hungry, but he does love me and wants me to be happy. I am, after all, his sister," I summarized, resting my small, delicate hand on his strong arm and smiling to get across my certainty.

"Alright, Didyme. Let us go speak with Aro," he replied, smiling back at me lovingly.

We walked through the exquisite halls and into a great marble room. It was nice enough, but so plain were the color choices! We walked crossed the white marble floor, stopping to stand before my power-hungry brother. I looked at him, silently begging through my long, dark lashes. Marcus took my hand before he spoke.

"Aro, Didyme and I are discontent with this life, and wish you would let us go in peace to travel the world. We want to see more than just this building," Marcus said, focusing on the "we" and "us."

"Alright. Marcus, Didyme, I send you from this place, wishing you two the life you dream of. I shall remember you both dearly and you are welcome to return. May God protect you from exposure, and bring you happiness that even Didyme cannot induce. Go, my sister, my brother. For I wish you the best," Aro gave us his blessing after a second. I wanted to nudge Marcus and blurt "I told you so", but that wouldn't be appropriate at a time like this.

"Thank you, brother, for your blessing. It shall be cherished," I said seriously, bowing my head and smiling.

Marcus nodded in response, trying to take this all in, "We will leave tomorrow, Aro," he finally said.

I smiled at my loving husband again as he took his seat at Aro's left and I walked out of the room. My dark gown dragged on the floor. It was nice, but there wasn't near enough color. It fit me perfectly, starting with an unneeded corset and then flowing around my legs. The corset was lace covered satin, the sleeves black silk, as was the skirt. If I were to go out, I would put on a plain black, hooded cloak. Boring.

I pushed open the solid mahogany doors and entered the chamber where Sulpicia, Athenodora, and I usually stayed. It was just like most of the other rooms, pleasant and everything exquisite. Our chairs had red velvet cushions and were gold plated, the Volturi crest carved into highest part of the backs.

Sulpicia and Athenodora were seated in their usual places. Sulpicia, thinking highly of herself since she was Aro's wife, always sat in the middle, Athenodora on the right, and my chair on the left was empty. I took my seat and Amelia, my loyal protector, took her place beside my chair. I spoke to the other two wives.

"Marcus and I will be leaving this coming night," I announced, and two pairs of milky red eyes questioned my sanity.

Sulpicia, Aro's wife, was lovely. She was slim with fair hair and pretty features. Her eyes were wide and innocent, like a doll's. She had a narrow nose, adding elegance to her face. She had very full lips, perfect for curling into an innocent smile. She had slightly more curves than I did, which made her almost out of proportion. Or maybe it was because of how tight she fastened that corset…

Athenodora, wife of Caius was quite a spectacle. She had curly black hair cut off right below her shoulders. Most of the time, she kept her thick tresses half up, letting a few shorter midnight curls hang loose to frame her face. In my opinion, she was the most beautiful one here. She had slightly slanting eyes with eyelashes a little shorter than mine. Her features were obviously Italian, but were far more delicate and aristocratic. She was tall and slender, making her curves, surprisingly, stand out more. She had to keep her corset looser than I, for if she didn't, her breasts would probably spill out.

My ink black hair fell in loose waves around my slim hips. My curves were perfectly proportioned, nothing too large or small. My eyes slanted in an Egyptian-like way. My full lips and angular, yet somehow soft face also suggested Egyptian descent. My eyebrows had a high arch to them, enhancing the look of sophisticated intelligence in my eyes. I was definitely not an ugly woman.

Aro, who was physically twenty-five, changed me when I was thirty-six in hopes that my ability would be as useful as his. I hated to disappoint him, but he disregarded it and loved me all the same. I fell in love with Marcus when he joined the Volturi. He was physically forty, not a terrible age difference. I couldn't specify exactly what I saw in Marcus, but he was the only man who ever interested me. We never argued, and I loved it.

After an hour of pondering, my brother entered the room. Sulpicia rose to greet him, and he placed a relatively chaste kiss on her hand, then lips. He finally walked over to me.

"Didyme, my dearest sister. Accompany me on a walk. I want to spend some time with my sister before she leaves. Bring Amelia, she, too, cares for you. I'm sure she wants a chance to say farewell as well," Aro told me, grabbing my hand, then letting go. His expression was pained and… guilty?

"With pleasure, brother," I replied, doing a little curtsy, disregarding the guilt in his face.

We went outside into the wall-surrounded grounds, Amelia tagging along on my left, Aro on my right. When we were about one hundred meters from the beautiful building, Aro suddenly stepped away.

"Aro? Is something wrong?" I asked, taking a step toward him. He stepped back, guilt and pain were unhidden in his face.

"I love you, Didyme, but I won't let you tear Marcus from the Volturi. He's crucial to our success," Aro replied, pulling out matches.

"But-but you-" I started, in shock.

"I lied, sister. Please, we can do this the easy way or the hard way," he said, grief set in his features.

I started to run back inside, but Aro caught me by the hair. I panicked, slashing blindly at my brother. Did it really have to come to this? Aro was so much stronger than I, and I had no chance of escaping on my own… That's when an idea hit me. Scream.

"MARCUS!" I shrieked for my husband, but no one came.

"He's hunting. Now, I'll have the mercy Caius lacks. I won't drag this macabre act out for you," Aro said as he struck the match on the stone wall.

I screamed as loud as I could manage again. I didn't get to tell Marcus half of the things I wanted to! No! It couldn't end now! Amelia helped hold me as the flaming match was dropped onto me. Aro struck three more, dropping them on me so I would burn faster. I sobbed, watching purple smoke rise from me, smelling the sweet scent of my burning flesh. I screamed until the quickly growing flames consumed my head.

The last thing I heard in my life was Amelia's pained shrieking. We died together. My last thoughts were of Marcus, my one true love.


	3. Aro

**At long last, it's Aro's POV!!!! Drumroll please! Da da da-da!!!! Here's the jackass, cad, selfish, power-hungry.... I'll stop now.**

It had seemed that for the past nine or so months that Marcus and Didyme had been… distanced. What was boring them in this, exquisite, pampered life? I found myself thoroughly enjoying having humans practically fed to me, being in control, and having such exquisite surroundings. My sister mustn't be happy about all the black. She had always loved color, but black had its own charm that I hoped she would learn to embrace in time.

I pondered the reasoning behind my allowing one of my most loyal, closest companions be wed to my sister. I loved Didyme, but we had such different views. She was always the independent one, and found too much pampering irritating. She liked doing things for herself, while she let men buy her the most exquisite jewels and gowns money could buy. Marcus understood that need to be independent, yet pampered at the same time. I knew that's what she loved about him. He kept her grounded with his seriousness, while she freed his imagination a bit with her whimsical aura.

I heard two sets of footsteps coming towards the door of my great hall of marble, our three, priceless thrones set on a raised platform between two marble pillars, the mother-of-pearl accenting glinting elegantly in the light. Once the door opened, I saw Marcus and Didyme cross the floor and stand before our platform. Didyme kept her long eyelashes low, and looked up at me pleadingly through them. She was truly beautiful. Marcus took her delicate hand in his before he addressed me.

"Aro, Didyme and I are discontent with this life, and wish you would let us go in peace to travel the world. We want to see more than just this building," Marcus said, seeming to stress the "we" and "us".

This infuriated me, but I forced my face to stay placid, understanding. This could not be allowed to happen! Didyme was going to take an important catalyst in the Volturi from me! I loved my sister, I truly did, but I couldn't let her do this. The only way would be to kill her. How exactly would I do just that without Marcus knowing, and would that alone keep him here? I would wait for him to hunt, for his eyes were nearly black now, then, I would kill Didyme and her guard, Amelia. I would then tell Marcus that there had been a fight between them, and that Didyme had lost and had died before I could get to her, and that I killed Amelia as punishment. I thought of Chelsea, and her ability. I would get Chelsea to force loyalty into Marcus, in the case that he would want to leave, anyway. A second had past, and I needed to reply.

"Alright. Marcus, Didyme, I send you from this place, wishing you two the life you dream of. I shall remember you both dearly and you are welcome to return. May God protect you from exposure, and bring you happiness that even Didyme cannot induce. Go, my sister, my brother. For I wish you the best," I controlled my expression as I gave them my blessing, feeling guilty about killing my sister in cold blood over power, but I wouldn't allow them to leave!

"Thank you, brother, for your blessing. It shall be cherished," Didyme said seriously, bowing her head politely and giving me her sweetest, happiest smile. It nearly broke my heart as I thought of the matches in my pocket.

Marcus finally nodded in response to my blessing, looking as if he was struggling to buy my obvious approval, "We will leave tomorrow, Aro," he declared after a few seconds, walking up the three marble stairs to his seat as Didyme returned to the chamber in which the wives normally spent their time.

I didn't want to kill her, my beautiful, charming sister. Guilt silently shook me, but I couldn't just let them go. I pondered again what could make them so unhappy, but to no avail. Marcus didn't know how crucial he was to the Volturi, or did he not care. I couldn't let familial bonds get in the way of such important matters.

After a few minutes of neutral silence, Marcus rose, discomfort set in his face, "Does anyone else need to feed?"

"No," Caius and I replied simultaneously, but I could tell Caius was about to bombard me with questions and accusations.

When Marcus ghosted out of the room, and out of earshot, Caius exploded.

"Aro! What are you thinking! You cannot simply allow a major catalyst of our coven to just walk away with your sister! You're so childishly irresponsible, and it sickens me! What in God's name is your reasoning behind this?" Caius yelled, his fiery temperament clearly showing.

Renata clutched even tighter onto my robe and whimpered, "Master?"

"Relax, Renata," I told her calmly, "Caius, there is indeed a method to my madness. I love Didyme, but she must die. I'll use Chelsea to keep Marcus loyal."

"Most excellent plan, Aro," Caius agreed, smiling coldly.

Ah, Caius. He always preferred to use the most sadistic methods of handling such issues. We needed that aspect of his personality at times. I wavered for a moment. I didn't have to kill my sister, since Caius would do it with no regrets or second thoughts. No, no, no! I wouldn't push this off on someone else. I had to be the one to act out this reprehensible deed. I didn't want to. I noted the throb where my heart should be at the thought of killing my sister, who made everyone redundantly happy. An hour or so had passed when I decided that I needed to get this dreadful task over and done with. As I entered the wives' chamber, I stifled all guilt.

Didyme slipped a slightly shocked look at me, while my darling wife, Sulpicia, rose to greet me. She was so beautiful, with her fair, golden tresses swept back with her bangs partially hiding her face, it made her look almost timid. That impression was then enhanced by her innocent features. I kissed my wife's hand, then put a chaste kiss on her lips, before going towards my sister.

"Didyme, my dearest sister," I started, trying to keep my face merry, "Accompany me on a walk. I want to spend some time with my sister before she leaves. Bring Amelia, she, too, cares for you. I'm sure she wants a chance to say farewell as well," I told her, taking hand, then letting go. I couldn't keep the guilt from my face any longer.

"With pleasure, brother," she replied, doing a respectful curtsy and seeming to notice nothing strange about my expression, for which I was relieved.

Amelia followed us towards the outside, suspicion plainly set in her face. I had trained her well, but she would not dare lash out against me. She knew exactly how much I despised Marcus and Didyme's plans to leave. We wandered idly around the grounds, and I smelled the clean air, scented lightly with roses, white oleander, bougainvilleas, and violets. About one hundred meters from the building, I stepped away, clutching the matches in my pocket.

"Aro? Is something wrong?" she asked, then took a tentative step towards me. I took a step back, all the guilt and pain of what I was about to do showing plainly on my features.

"I love you, Didyme, but I won't let you tear Marcus from the Volturi. He's crucial to our success," I replied, pulling the matches out of my pocket.

"But-but you-" she started, panic setting into her features.

"I lied, sister. Please, we can do this the easy way or the hard way," I replied before she could finish.

She pivoted towards the door, sprinting back to safety, but I caught her by her hair. She snarled, slashing riotously at me. Apparently, the hard way was my only option. As I restrained her, Amelia stood away, grief-stricken, but not daring to make a move against me. She finally did what I hoped with all my soul she wouldn't have the chance to do.

"MARCUS!" She let the agonizing shriek pierce me, though he was miles away, she still hoped he would come.

"He's hunting. Now, I'll have the mercy Caius lacks. I won't drag this macabre act out for you," I said gently, striking a match against the tan stone of the outside wall.

I motioned for Amelia to help me as she let loose another blood-curdling shriek. Amelia was very attached to Didyme, but knew it was in her best interest to follow my orders. She obediently pinned my sister down as I threw a match onto her. Didyme continued to scream and struggle as three more flames were dropped onto her. I knew her suffering would not be prolonged if she had more flame on her and burned faster, though every scream she let out killed a part of me. Renata looked at Didyme, then me with unhidden remorse, and finally turned her head.

"Amelia," I spoke again, keeping my voice as stable as I could, "Come hither."

"Yes, Aro?" She asked in a shaky voice.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly as I gripped her, striking another match.

"NO!" She snarled, twisting and snapping in my grasp, Renata's shield blocking every bite she would have placed upon me.

I slammed her to the ground, cracking the rock path beneath our feet, and held the match to her. Once the fire was going to the point where she couldn't save herself, I ran inside, the last screams echoing in my head. Now I needed to find Chelsea. I felt the remorse I knew was coming, but now was not the time to grieve.

"Chelsea," I called in a voice about as loud as a human speaking, knowing she would hear me.

"Yes, Aro?" She asked, the hood to her simple black cloak down, revealing her dirty blonde hair, pinned back out of her face in a messy fashion.

"Didyme and Amelia are dead. I want you to make Marcus feel loyalty, as I'm sure he'll want to leave even more now," I ordered coldly, and for once, I was apathetic.

I walked, shamefaced, back to the chamber where Caius sat to my right. Caius had no guilt for supporting my barbaric plan, nor did he care enough about my own feelings to stop me. There he sat, completely unbothered by the macabre events that had just taken place. I took my seat, sulking. A few minutes later, Marcus entered.

"Hello, Marcus. How was the hunt?" I asked as calmly as I could manage, but I had to leave out emotion, for fear of looking guilty.

"Satisfying," he replied simply, taking his accustomed seat at my left, curiosity set in his features.

"Master?" Renata asked me quietly, her long, dark, fawn hair spilling out of her hood.

"Aro, I noticed a burning vampire. Who was that?" he asked, dread starting to flood his features.

"Marcus, I hope you're in a good state of mind," I started cautiously, being careful of my phrasing and expression, "It was Didyme. She got into a scrap with Amelia. I came just as Didyme was destroyed, so I disposed of Amelia as well. I'm sorry I couldn't save my sister and your wife, Marcus," I managed to finish the lie that I was sure would send me to hell.

He didn't believe it, "Aro, this is not a joke to play on me. Who was the burning vampire?" He asked again in a cold, bitter, and indignant tone.

"They were Didyme and Amelia. I kid you not, Marcus," I repeated with authority, "Go to the other wives if you do not believe me."

Then Marcus ran out to the other wives, and Chelsea and I exchanged a look. She nodded, though uncomfortably shifting. I heard the crack of marble, knowing it was Marcus. It was followed by crunching and sobbing. I let my head drop into my hands as I let the remorse flow free. She was gone, though the power it would bring me would in the end be worth it.

**Me as a vampire: I'm telling marcus what you did!**

**Aro: NOOOO!!!!!!!**

**Marcus: ARO!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?!?!?!**

**Aro: ....... (smacks me upside the head) YOU WRETCH!!! AGH! *stomps foot***

**Me: If that doesnt scream "I'M GAY!!!" I don't know what does.**


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